"Where's Rose?!" Meenah barked at her small team.

"She's, um, injured," Roxy slurred.

"What?!" Meenah felt anger bubbling inside her. "She's one of the best fighters in this team, we can't go without her!"

"We could take John," Dirk suggested.

Meenah sighed. "How badly is she injured?"

"Broken leg," Roxy informed her.

Meenah looked at her team and pondered.

First, there was Roxy Lalonde, a tall, curvy blonde who was constantly wasted but one of, but one of the best damn fighters she'd ever seen.

Second, there was Dirk Strider, a young man who'd lost his younger brother to the bloodsucking fiends, and would do anything to take them down. Dirk was downright driven: a killing machine. He was Roxy's tall blonde cousin who hid behind triangular anime sunglasses.

Then there was Karkat. Karkat Vantas was a mysterious boy, a short seventeen year old who was always angry. His anger feuled him to fight, and he was a pro at such a young age. The bags under his brown eyes told that he stayed up training, preparing for battle.

Last were the pair Equius Zahhak and Nepeta Leijon. Equius, strong and burly, was missing teeth from fights, and hid black eyes between broken black sunglasses. Equius, who was not only determined to protect Nepeta, but also to avenge his his mother. Nepeta, his partner, was a small feline-like girl with innocence in her face and a petite figure who at first glance seemed harmless, when in fact, she was quite ferocious. She wore claws like wolverine and held the grace of an acrobat, able to jump and crawl like no one could.

The two were quite opposite. Equius with his sleek, long black hair, and Nepeta with her frizzy, curly blonde hair. Equius with his small brown almond eyes, and Nepeta with her large jade ones. Equius with his sun-kissed skin and Nepeta with her fair tone.

But they worked perfect together.

And Rose...Rose Lalonde, the lean blonde, Roxy's daughter. Rose who had the will, and the clever mindset to outsmart any vampire or human. Rose with her soft blue eyes and hard, chapped hands. Rose couldn't fight today.

Five people weren't enough!

They had no idea how many vamps were out there...

"Fine," Meenah sighed. "Egbert's the next best thing."

"What about Kankri?" Nepeta asked.

"Ugh, he would just bore us to death," Roxy groaned. "He's soooo tlakatvie...um, talkative."

Dirk snickered at Roxy's slurred speech.

"Kankri is a fuckass," Karkat stated shortly about his older brother, crossing his arms over his torso.

Meenah rolled her eyes and walked out of the room to collect John Egbert.

John Egbert was a sixteen year old boy who'd lost his family during the war. He was one of the few people who hadn't gone insane from watching the battle. The brunette had only been a few years old, but his blue eyes remembered it well.

Meenah knocked on John's door. John opened it.

"Hey, Meenah!" John said enthusiastically.

"John, I need you for tonight," Meenah said bluntly. "We're short on people, and you're the next best thing to Lalonde."

"I'll just take that as a compliment," John smiled.

"So you're in?"

"Definitely."

So...

that's happening.

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